Thursday 12 February 2009

Le Crunch



The usual silence of snow is not here this morning. It's been confounded, and encrusted, by a bitterly cold night. Boots crunching onto frozen snow make a penetrating racket, enough to betray your presence and encourage any remaining wildlife to run for cover. This came on a morning which brought a golden delicious sunrise*. Mention of wildlife reminds me of deer. All are doubtless further down looking out for any food scraps they can get. Sally says she's seen prints near Totley Hall.

The top of Blacka Hill had the hardest frost and is where the deepest drifts are found. Bertie was happy to find he could walk on top without sinking in. Even my 12 stone and size tens managed this for several minutes before finally sinking up to the knees.


*The reference may be lost on anyone who didn't see the advertising campaigns for French apples in the eighties.



1 comment:

sally said...

Not quite as far as Totley Hall but around the footpath which leads off Baslow Road (opposite end of Gillfield Wood) and onto Monnybrook.